When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages - a special odor of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing it in, I glance through a few pages before returning each book to its shelf.
Odors have an altogether peculiar force, in affecting us through association; a force differing essentially from that of objects addressing the touch, the taste, the sight or the hearing.
Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of our current intellectual stalemate.
We should let our godliness exhale like th odor of flowers. We should live for the good of our kind, and strive for the salvation of the world.
Most fatal diseases had their own specific odor, but. . . none was as specific as old age.
There's a bad odor about a man who's been betrayed.
When the wind is right, a faint odor of kerosene is exhaled from Senator McCarthy.
Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.
We live with our defects as with the odors we carry about us: we do not perceive them, but they incommode those who approach us.
The Fulton Fish Market will be more of an odor than a landmark at this time of day, but it really swings out at four o'clock in the morning - another Timothy 'Speed' Levitch recommendation if you can't sleep and you like fish.
Certainly virtue is like precious odors, most fragrant when they are incensed, or crushed: for prosperity doth best discover vice, but adversity doth best discover virtue.
Odor carries a great deal of information, including information about a potential mate's age, sex, fertility, identity, emotions, and health.
Some men give as little light in the world as a farthing tallow candle, and when they expire, leave as bad an odor behind them.
The burnt odor in Washington is from the disintegrating authority of the governing classes.
You called and shouted and burst my deafness. You flashed, shone, and scattered my blindness. You breathed odors, and I drew in breath and panted for You. I tasted, and I hunger and thirst. You touched me, and I burned for Your peace.
Anyone who buys a ticket can just go in there, and I don't like everyone, so I always see concerts as like, I'm going to get punched, I'm going to get elbowed, I'm going to get stepped on, get spilled on, someone's going to hit me with their body odor or something.
There are other people on the Internet. It's awesome. You get all the benefits of 'other people' without the body odor and the eye contact.
Photography is a magic thing. A thing that has mysterious odors, a little strange and frightening, something one quickly grows to love.
Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.
You must put the odor of the human body into images describe for me the implacable, the egoistic, the sensual, the cruel there are nothing but disgusting people in this world.
